My magic weapons are all rule-based

It is unbelievable that the spiritual energy in this house is so rich that it can breed such a group of useless monks.

It seems that he has a high opinion of Beidi.

Sure enough, you can't grow decent plants in a greenhouse.

Sitting on a treasure mountain may not produce a truly strong person

It has to be Nishizawa. Without going through hardships and dangers... how can there be any improvement? This group of monks is useless, and they are all without strength.

After playing like this, the people below still have the nerve to applaud, but those who didn't play are just a bunch of losers.

"Boy! What the hell did you just say? Who are you calling a loser!" Someone from the crowd below the ring suddenly turned around and glared at Mo Heng.

Mo Heng responded coldly and said nothing.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Hey, what this pretentious boy just said is useless, he was quite disdainful! He seemed to be mocking us."

"What! Everyone is here to compete in a friendly competition. Why are you pretending to be cool? Do you dare to show off with me?"

"Fuck, you're dressed in a weird way, no wonder you don't fit in with others."

The crowd all turned to look at Mo Heng.

Mo Heng was unafraid, and his mood was as calm as an ancient well.

Years and months of experience are also influenced by the skills of the Heart-Slaying Sword Canon.

This small scene could not shake his mood at all.

The monk calling out the number beside the ring shook his head helplessly.

He glanced down at the booklet in his hand and continued to call.

"Number 26, versus Number 18!"

Mo Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he took out his number plate and threw it towards the monk who was shouting.

"Number 26 is here."

The number-calling monk took the number plate and turned it over to check. When he saw the writing on it, his expression changed slightly.

"No. 26, Mo Heng, casual cultivator of Xize."

The crowd was immediately in an uproar.

"Damn it! Brother Nishizawa went to the North to show off his power. This is too damn arrogant!"

"Calling us rubbish doesn't mean you're bullying me because there's no one in the north?"

"Where's No. 18? Come out quickly and give him some color!"

Everyone called No. 18 in unison, and a powerful voice broke through the noise and shouted: "No. 18 is here."

As soon as these words came out, everyone heard the sound and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

The crowd automatically divided into two halves, and a majestic man stood in the crowd and stared at Mo Heng coldly.

"Chixia Jianlu Lingxiu?" The crowd exclaimed.

"Lu Lingxiu, I remember this person, he is quite famous among casual cultivators... Hey, Brother Zhou, didn't you say you hunted monsters with him?"

"Brother Lu, they all came here with swords and guns, let's not lose our place!"

"Yes! Be energetic!"

At this moment, Mo Heng was already on the stage, waiting for his opponent.

I saw Lu Lingxiu in the audience leaping lightly and flying onto the high platform, with waves of energy surging all over his body!

The atmosphere in the hospital suddenly changed.

The audience in the audience burst into violent cheers.

"Okay! Well done!"

"Let this kid know that he is in the wrong place!"

Lu Lingxiu looked at Mo Heng coldly: "Brother Xize dares to come to our north to run wild. If I don't completely defeat you today, I'm afraid you won't know how much you weigh!"

"It's just a chicken and a dog."

Mo Heng dropped his cold words and took action with his sword!

...

"Ahem~~!"

After three breaths, Lu Lingxiu vomited a mouthful of blood and flew off the ring.

The whole place was silent, and they all had long faces.

He looked at Lu Lingxiu, who was unconscious, and then at Mo Heng on the stage.

Silence.

The calling monk shook his head and sighed.

Shameful, really shameful.

It was really shameful to be beaten like this without even touching the hem of someone's clothes.

Those who signed up for this batch of monks on the last day were all rubbish, not one of them stood out.

The Northland monks have been completely humiliated by these people!

Forget about being trash, I don’t know who gave him the name of Jianghu.

It was quite lively when so many people were able to praise each other and beat each other like shit.

It's fine now... I don't blow anymore, and my face is gone.

Mo Heng was still as stern as before, jumped off the ring and walked towards the outside world.

The calling monk said: "Don't leave, we have to compete with another group of people tomorrow."

Mo Heng stopped and faced the gaze again and walked up to the calling monk.

"Excuse me...where can I earn spiritual stones?"

"There are people recruiting people on the street, and some have them posted on the walls. You can tell by just walking around. It's not difficult to earn spiritual stones."

"Thank you, I will come again tomorrow." Mo Heng turned and left.

.....

The scorching sun was high and the streets were full of people.

Mo Heng walked on the street, searching for every bit of useful information.

Making money is the key now. He still has some collected skills in his pocket, but he can't sell them.

We don’t have enough time to fight monsters and collect resources, so we can only think of other ways.

Mo Heng walked, and after walking a short distance, he found hidden information in several corners.

Mo Heng hurriedly went over to check.

[A lot of money for a child...] [A true love for a fate...] [Recycling of expired elixirs at a high price...Outside the city, Luofeng Ridge...]

[The centuries-old secret training of the old alchemist can help you quickly improve your realm...] [Professional treasure hunt, lock in ancient inheritance in advance...]

"Hiss! The master entered the Northland first!" Mo Heng covered his beating heart.

The Northland is indeed a good place. It seems that as long as you have money, you can do anything.

Caesar has never heard of this kind of service.

"Hey, fellow Taoist!" A voice suddenly sounded in Mo Heng's ears.

The next moment, the magic sword in his hand was already at the throat of the speaker.

Seeing that it was a skinny old man, Mo Heng's eyes flashed with coldness: "What are you doing?"

The skinny old man laughed dryly: "Hey, I have no ill intentions. Fighting is prohibited in Luwang City. Put away your sword quickly."

Mo Heng glanced at the eyes that were looking around and quickly put away his sword.

The skinny old man smiled flatteringly: "It seems that you should be in Luwang City for the first time?"

"Yes, so what?"

"Don't be so hostile, fellow Taoist. In fact, it's a good thing for me to find you. I see that you are a handsome man. I wonder if you are interested in finding a Taoist partner?"

Taoist partner?

Mo Heng frowned.

"Why should I find a Taoist partner? What does it have to do with you!"

"Hey, don't you think these things in the corner are just to make spirit stones? I tell you, I have a better way!" The skinny old man said in a tempting tone, ""I... have a little fairy who is less than 300 years old and has established her foundation. Are you interested in contacting her?"

"What! Can a foundation-building person live to 300 years old! "Mo Heng was shocked.

"Hey, her family is rich and spent a lot of spirit stones to extend her daughter's life, otherwise how could she live to this age. "

"Are you sick? If she lives to this age after building the foundation, how old must she be?"

"You don't understand this." The thin old man patted his chest, "Brother, think about it, she can't live for a few years even if her life is extended to this extent, and she will be buried soon. How much benefit can you get from her death?"

"Her family has a house in Luwang City, and there is also a dowry. A Xuan-level seventh-grade flying sword and two thousand medium-grade spirit stones. How about it, consider it?"

Mo Heng turned and left.

Psychopath! No matter what, he is a person of status. How can he find a woman who is about to die of old age for money? It's really unreasonable!

"Hey, brother, don't leave! That family has only one daughter. Her parents' realm has long been unable to improve and they don't have many years to live. By then, the whole family will be yours. What is this? This is inheritance! A risk-free inheritance! Can you just watch it go away? "

Inheritance....

Mo Heng's whole body shook, as if he was hit by something and froze in place, the voice beside his ear gradually blurred.

Tears slid down his eyes.

Inheritance, there was once an inheritance in front of him, and a mentor... Unfortunately, they were all gone with the wind.

He went through hardships and gave everything, wasn't it just for today.

Isn't it just to repay the teacher's kindness?!

Mo Heng wiped his tears, his eyes became firm again.

Pushing the thin old man away, he strode forward.

The inheritance of the Biao clan, the White Emperor Holy Sword...

This time, I will take back everything I lost!

Old Biao, I must revive the Biao clan!

......